Yeah, yeah, I walk it, I run it, got cash by the hunnids

You run up on me and I'm dumping (Brrt)

Uh, from nothing to something, these **** be slumping, they watchin' my bank account jumpin

I been on a roll, got life in control, you know I can't stress bout no hoe (Yeah, uh-uh)

I'm on my way to selling out shows, I can't do this shit for the low

I up it, I bust it, I'm not with the tucking, we sleeping yo ass like some damn Robitussin

Remember the days when I didn't have nothing, I got all this cash now I'm feeling like something

When I'm counting the blues, man, you know I be thumbin' (Thumbin)

Fuck yo bitch from the back and she screaming I'm coming

Everything that I do, gotta keep it a hunnid (Hunnid)

Everything that he did, Lil Trip he done done it

I'm in this shit for life, don't need no friends, got my wife

It's fuck my ex, stabbed me in the back, with that knife, Bitch, go die (Ba-Ba-Ba)

Uh I never needed you I was the only one that was gon' see it through

Told all those lies and I couldn't believe in you

All of the lessons I could've been teaching you

Heart too pure, I was never deceiving you

Yeah, but it's fuck you (Bitch)

Yeah, I'm loving my baby, she above you

Yeah, if you listening, bae, know I love you uh yeah

But back to the **** that think that it's sweet, know I'm always be toting my heat (Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa)

Ion shoot from the car, bitch I'm hopping on feet

When your brains on the ground, then the mission complete yeah huh (Blaow)

I walk it, I run it, got cash by the hunnids

You run up on me and I'm dumping (Brrt)

Uh, from nothing to something, these **** be slumping, they watchin' my bank account jumpin

I been on a roll, got life in control, you know I can't stress bout no hoe (Yeah, uh-uh)

I'm on my way to selling out shows, I can't do this shit for the low

Yeah, yeah, it's a second verse ayy (Ayee)

You fuck with my gang, put you in a hearse (Brrt)

Yeah, we walk it, don't talk it, We load it up, spark it

Pull up to your crib, and you know we not parking, we shoot out the window (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

My **** some demons, they beat you no kendo

Put the gun to your head, better give all the info

The cops on our ass, so we tinted the windows

Go back to the trap and we smokin' good indo (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brrt)

I'm chasin' these racks every day (Uh-huh)

All these **** be hatin, but that is okay

They gon' never surpass me, they gon never be great (Uh-uh)

My circle too small, can't hang with the fakes

Can't trust no bitch, she gon' lie to yo face (Lie to yo face)

Six slugs to the face if you get in the way

Bankrolls comin' in, it's gon' be a good day (Ba-Ba blaow)

Yeah, yeah, I walk it, I run it, got cash by the hunnids

You run up on me and I'm dumping (Brrt)

Uh, from nothing to something, these **** be slumping, they watchin' my bank account jumpin

I been on the roll, got life in control, you know I can't stress bout no hoe (Yeah, uh-uh)

I'm on my way to selling out shows, I can't do this shit for the low